Chapter Six
"We will take down SD-6 tonight at twenty-two hundred hours," Kendall explained. "Sydney, you and Agent Vaughn will lead the team into SD-6 and wait for our call."
Sydney nodded, still shaken after what had happened that afternoon.
"Hey," Vaughn found her after the meeting.
"Hi. Can you wait a second? I have to talk to Kendall."
"Sure thing."
"Kendall, can I talk to you?" she asked.
"Make it quick. I have a meeting."
"Sark knows."
"Knows what?"
"Knows everything. He knows. He knows I'm a double, he knows Dad's a double and both he and Sloane know that I'm a double. I heard him on the phone with Sloane. Sark knows about us taking down SD-6."
"How?"
She sighed. "Mr. Sark and I were involved in a relationship. He told me that he knew that I was a double and that I could trust him."
Kendall laughed. "You trusted Sark?"
"Yes," she said quietly. "I just wanted to let you know."
"Thank you, Agent Bristow." He left the room.
"Can I talk to you now?" asked Vaughn as he entered the room again.
"Sure," she smiled.
"What's going on with you and Sark?"
"What do you mean?"
"I saw him kiss you when he pulled you away from our dinner." She cringed. So he had seen her.
"Vaughn, listen to me. I was involved with Sark, when we went to dinner. I found out today that Sark betrayed me. He told Sloane that I'm a double. He told Sloane about Dad too. Sark also knows that there'll be a takedown soon. Sloane knows too."
"Sydney, I."
"Vaughn, listen again. I punched him and our relationship is over. I guess that you could go as far to say that we broke up. I should have realized this earlier. I love you. We should have been together from the start."
"Sydney, I put in a request for us to work separately. We won't be working together tonight."
"You can't mean that. You can't mean that you don't care about me."
"Sydney, that's just it. When you're gone, I can't sleep at night. I'm head over heels in love with you, but I can't just be second best. I can't live knowing that you could go running back to Sark at any given moment when things don't go right."
"That's just it, Vaughn! I can't- I won't go back to Sark. I can't trust him. I can't not be with you."
"Sydney.I," he was silenced as she moved toward him and passionately took control of his mouth with hers.
"Sydney."
"Vaughn, admit it," she smiled teasingly. "You need me."
He nodded. "I do." They kissed again. "I do."
***
"Make sure that Marshall Flinkman and Marcus Dixon remain unharmed," she ordered over her radio. Dixon probably wouldn't speak to her again, she thought.
Her father had asked Dixon to email the code to the CIA in case anything had happened to him and Sydney wasn't able to get the code. Now he was missing, she thought.
"Disconnected garage security," a new voice came over the radio.
"Vaughn?" she asked, smiling.
"You think I'd miss this?"
"You know, as much as I like you guys and all, could you please try to keep the disgusting stuff to a minimum?" asked Weiss.
Sydney smiled. "Sure, Weiss. Anything to keep you quiet."
"Congrats, future Mrs. Michael Vaughn."
"You'd better turn around and go home," she said. "Vaughn's going to kill you."
"Vaughn's going to kill who?" asked Kendall, getting on the line.
"No one," said Vaughn, lying.
"Ready, Miss Bristow?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
"Move in!" commanded Kendall.
The takedown itself was short and simple, a few gunshots here, a few roundhouse kicks there and many arrests.
"Marshall," she said quietly. He was released from the CIA agent who had been holding him. "I'm sorry."
"Syd, what's going on?"
"She's a double agent," Dixon was brought to them.
"A double agent?"
"For the CIA. Marshall, there isn't time to explain now, but I will, I promise. Dixon, I."
"Don't talk to me."
"Syd, your father," Vaughn came up behind her and started.
"What? What about him?"
"We found Geiger," said Vaughn. "I.I shot him, Geiger, that is, but your dad, he."
"No," she said quietly.
"Syd, I."
"Where is he?"
"Outside."
She flew out the door and found an abandoned stretcher near the ambulances. Her father's dead body lay on it.
"Dad," she whispered. She could have sworn she saw his eyelids flutter.
One of the CIA vans pulled up and the back opened. It was Irina, escorted by a team of agents.
"Jack," she stood next to Sydney and whispered. She leaned down and gently kissed him. His eyelids fluttered again.
"You little," Irina threatened teasingly, a smile playing on her lips. "You made us think that you were dead."
"I did, didn't I?" he whispered, slowly opening his eyes.
"Dad," Sydney's eyes watered up.
"Shh, it's all right," he said. Irina called for an ambulance. Jack waved weakly as he was loaded into the ambulance and Irina enveloped Sydney in a hug.
"Sydney!" Vaughn called.
"Yeah?"
"Come on! Sark's missing."
"What do you mean he's missing?"
"He's gone."
"We have to find him."
"You won't," said Irina. "He's long gone, probably. He'll be in Russia."
"He made a run for it," said Sydney quietly.
"Agent Bristow, we just received word that Sloane is dead," Kendall said over the radio.
"Oh yeah!" said Weiss. "We kissed their asses!"
"He's gone," Vaughn said. "We're free." He kissed her.
"Honestly, you guys, didn't you hear what I said? Cut the disgusting stuff!"
"Yes, Agent Bristow, you are free," the voice was faintly accented.
"Get him," Weiss took out his gun.
"I sent out the order to have Sloane killed. Agent Kendall recruited me in secret for the CIA shortly after Mr. Tippin's capture and release. I have been working undercover as a free agent. You see, Miss Bristow, I have been on your side the whole time."
"How can I trust you?"
"I recruited him, Miss Bristow," said Kendall in her ear.
Vaughn hugged her as she turned off her radio. "I love you," he said.
"I love you too."
"See, everything worked out in the end. Sloane, SD-6 and the Alliance were destroyed. Sark is fighting with us. We're good."
"Yeah," she closed her eyes as he put his arms around her.
"We did it," he said.
"Yeah. We did. We did it."
"We will take down SD-6 tonight at twenty-two hundred hours," Kendall explained. "Sydney, you and Agent Vaughn will lead the team into SD-6 and wait for our call."
Sydney nodded, still shaken after what had happened that afternoon.
"Hey," Vaughn found her after the meeting.
"Hi. Can you wait a second? I have to talk to Kendall."
"Sure thing."
"Kendall, can I talk to you?" she asked.
"Make it quick. I have a meeting."
"Sark knows."
"Knows what?"
"Knows everything. He knows. He knows I'm a double, he knows Dad's a double and both he and Sloane know that I'm a double. I heard him on the phone with Sloane. Sark knows about us taking down SD-6."
"How?"
She sighed. "Mr. Sark and I were involved in a relationship. He told me that he knew that I was a double and that I could trust him."
Kendall laughed. "You trusted Sark?"
"Yes," she said quietly. "I just wanted to let you know."
"Thank you, Agent Bristow." He left the room.
"Can I talk to you now?" asked Vaughn as he entered the room again.
"Sure," she smiled.
"What's going on with you and Sark?"
"What do you mean?"
"I saw him kiss you when he pulled you away from our dinner." She cringed. So he had seen her.
"Vaughn, listen to me. I was involved with Sark, when we went to dinner. I found out today that Sark betrayed me. He told Sloane that I'm a double. He told Sloane about Dad too. Sark also knows that there'll be a takedown soon. Sloane knows too."
"Sydney, I."
"Vaughn, listen again. I punched him and our relationship is over. I guess that you could go as far to say that we broke up. I should have realized this earlier. I love you. We should have been together from the start."
"Sydney, I put in a request for us to work separately. We won't be working together tonight."
"You can't mean that. You can't mean that you don't care about me."
"Sydney, that's just it. When you're gone, I can't sleep at night. I'm head over heels in love with you, but I can't just be second best. I can't live knowing that you could go running back to Sark at any given moment when things don't go right."
"That's just it, Vaughn! I can't- I won't go back to Sark. I can't trust him. I can't not be with you."
"Sydney.I," he was silenced as she moved toward him and passionately took control of his mouth with hers.
"Sydney."
"Vaughn, admit it," she smiled teasingly. "You need me."
He nodded. "I do." They kissed again. "I do."
***
"Make sure that Marshall Flinkman and Marcus Dixon remain unharmed," she ordered over her radio. Dixon probably wouldn't speak to her again, she thought.
Her father had asked Dixon to email the code to the CIA in case anything had happened to him and Sydney wasn't able to get the code. Now he was missing, she thought.
"Disconnected garage security," a new voice came over the radio.
"Vaughn?" she asked, smiling.
"You think I'd miss this?"
"You know, as much as I like you guys and all, could you please try to keep the disgusting stuff to a minimum?" asked Weiss.
Sydney smiled. "Sure, Weiss. Anything to keep you quiet."
"Congrats, future Mrs. Michael Vaughn."
"You'd better turn around and go home," she said. "Vaughn's going to kill you."
"Vaughn's going to kill who?" asked Kendall, getting on the line.
"No one," said Vaughn, lying.
"Ready, Miss Bristow?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
"Move in!" commanded Kendall.
The takedown itself was short and simple, a few gunshots here, a few roundhouse kicks there and many arrests.
"Marshall," she said quietly. He was released from the CIA agent who had been holding him. "I'm sorry."
"Syd, what's going on?"
"She's a double agent," Dixon was brought to them.
"A double agent?"
"For the CIA. Marshall, there isn't time to explain now, but I will, I promise. Dixon, I."
"Don't talk to me."
"Syd, your father," Vaughn came up behind her and started.
"What? What about him?"
"We found Geiger," said Vaughn. "I.I shot him, Geiger, that is, but your dad, he."
"No," she said quietly.
"Syd, I."
"Where is he?"
"Outside."
She flew out the door and found an abandoned stretcher near the ambulances. Her father's dead body lay on it.
"Dad," she whispered. She could have sworn she saw his eyelids flutter.
One of the CIA vans pulled up and the back opened. It was Irina, escorted by a team of agents.
"Jack," she stood next to Sydney and whispered. She leaned down and gently kissed him. His eyelids fluttered again.
"You little," Irina threatened teasingly, a smile playing on her lips. "You made us think that you were dead."
"I did, didn't I?" he whispered, slowly opening his eyes.
"Dad," Sydney's eyes watered up.
"Shh, it's all right," he said. Irina called for an ambulance. Jack waved weakly as he was loaded into the ambulance and Irina enveloped Sydney in a hug.
"Sydney!" Vaughn called.
"Yeah?"
"Come on! Sark's missing."
"What do you mean he's missing?"
"He's gone."
"We have to find him."
"You won't," said Irina. "He's long gone, probably. He'll be in Russia."
"He made a run for it," said Sydney quietly.
"Agent Bristow, we just received word that Sloane is dead," Kendall said over the radio.
"Oh yeah!" said Weiss. "We kissed their asses!"
"He's gone," Vaughn said. "We're free." He kissed her.
"Honestly, you guys, didn't you hear what I said? Cut the disgusting stuff!"
"Yes, Agent Bristow, you are free," the voice was faintly accented.
"Get him," Weiss took out his gun.
"I sent out the order to have Sloane killed. Agent Kendall recruited me in secret for the CIA shortly after Mr. Tippin's capture and release. I have been working undercover as a free agent. You see, Miss Bristow, I have been on your side the whole time."
"How can I trust you?"
"I recruited him, Miss Bristow," said Kendall in her ear.
Vaughn hugged her as she turned off her radio. "I love you," he said.
"I love you too."
"See, everything worked out in the end. Sloane, SD-6 and the Alliance were destroyed. Sark is fighting with us. We're good."
"Yeah," she closed her eyes as he put his arms around her.
"We did it," he said.
"Yeah. We did. We did it."